u/rileymacrae

At an island resort paradise, Mia risks professional ruin for the exhilarating freedom of erotic submission

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading. I wrote this from my partner's prompt to explore submission and bisexual arousal. The story revolves around several of her fantasies and characters are based loosely on real people she assigned. This is part two. I’d love to hear what worked for you, or didn’t. Feel free to drop a comment with your thoughts, reactions, or suggestions. Always open to feedback as I keep shaping my style.

Start with Part I

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Part II

The air-conditioning in the conference room was ruthless - designed to sharpen minds.

My body was focused, but not on the panel.

I’d pulled my hair into a clean twist, slipped on a conservative navy sheath, and dabbed just enough tinted balm to look polished.

Professional.

Present.

But my skin still tingled with the echo of Naya’s touch, and every cell in my body remembered Malik’s smile like a secret I shouldn’t have brought inside.

The speaker’s voice droned at the podium - something about agility in times of transition. I shifted in my seat, legs crossing and uncrossing, my thighs pressing tightly together trying to mask the focus of my distraction.

The panel might keep me occupied...

Not even close.

I tried to pay attention, forcing my eyes to adjust to the almost focused screen bearing some slide about corporate acquisitions and failure rates. The blonde in front of me glanced over her shoulder, signaling my pen with her eyes.

How did I not notice I was tapping it into my notepad?

My cheeks flushed at my outing, my distraction known to others.

“…percent of M&A buys are out of business in the first…” The monotonous consultant’s words floated around me like a puff of smoke, never coalescing into something recognizable.

My attention left the presentation slide. My mind painted Malik’s form in perfect, throbbing detail. I shifted again, feeling the rub of my heat on my thighs as I switched my legs, crossing them over each other.

Recalling Naya’s confident strength, I could almost hear her clear tone in my ears, drowning out the speaker's words.

My eyes dropped, finding my legs, willing my arousal to quiet so no one would notice my distraction.

“…because of the risk. Control isn’t always strength. Sometimes surrender is leadership. Knowing when to let go is the key to success in this…”

My eyes darted up. The man in the suit melted away as I imagined Naya delivering the line over-and-over.

Surrender is leadership. Knowing when to let go…

My body lurched, my back arching involuntarily at the provocation. Heat coursed through me as my heart raced. I could feel my pulse beating in my neck.

The older blonde turned again. Her face was less friendly this time. I was tapping again. She could tell I was off.

Could she see my want, my need?

Could she smell my desire?

I imagined Malik entering the room - silent, focused, unstoppable. The panel would stop. Heads would turn. An unfinished thought bouncing off the walls as all other sounds ceased.

He’d come straight to me. No words or excess movement. Just reach down, pull me from my chair, and fold me into his arms like it was my rightful place.

The first sound would be his hands unzipping my dress. The garment slipping from my shoulders, falling away. The gasps.

He wouldn’t stop.

Every eye would be on us. Waiting.

And he wouldn’t care.

In a single stroke, he’d bend me over the table.

Enter me. Fill my empty desire.

Bury my reputation with each thrust, ruin my name with every moan from my lips.

All while the room watched.

In my left hand, my notes were clenched into a rough crumble, the pen squeezed like a vice in my other.

The voice on the stage dulled like static, lost beneath the wet, insistent throb between my thighs. A drenching need coursed through my panties, already soaked through. I forced away the hope that my seat would be wet when I rose, that the lady who hated my tapping would see what a mess I had become.

“…for tomorrow’s leaders. Thank you all. If you have any questions I can stay after.”

The lights brightened as people began to shift and gather their sprawl into various totes.

With a single motion, I was up, bag over my shoulder, paper wrinkled, pen forgotten in my grip as I made for the door.

Three steps out the door, someone called after me. I didn’t turn. I couldn't. Instead, my pace quickened, dragging me back to my room to satiate my body and mind.

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The door slammed hard behind me, a cascading echo sounding through the room. My chest rose and fell, again and again, as I struggled to contain the need clawing through me.

I don’t have time for this. My roundtable is in twenty minutes.

My eyes strained wide as I moved quickly to the bathroom, kicking off my shoes and tossing my phone on the counter.

Closing the door as I entered, the cool tile shocked my feet, a contrast to the heat radiating through every inch of me. As I moved to the counter, the mirror confirmed it - my reflection was unmistakably shaken by desire.

Reaching behind me, I found the zipper and tugged, willing it to release me.

Nothing.

The teeth held fast. My fingers strained - pleading for a way to free my body.

I don’t have time for this.

Fuck it.

Wiggling my hips, I hiked the dress up over my waist, the blast of air kissed my thighs, settling the fire, briefly calming my anxiety.

I yanked my panties down - clumsy and rough - needing skin more than modesty.

Without pretense, I plunged a finger inside. A tremor ran through me, and I steadied myself with my free hand on the counter. A second finger slid in easily - no warm-up needed. I was already completely turned on.

My eyes closed as I worked the digits inside me.

Malik’s smile flashed into my mind. My wrist picked up its pace, willing my hand deeper. His image moved toward me, his eyes aflame. My fingers sped up, moving in-and-out and brushing my g-spot as my imagination ran, seeing him pursuing me with a gentle force. His body, bare before me. His hand finding my throat, pulling me to him, growling in my ear ‘You need it that bad? Need me to punish that pussy.’

A cry escaped my throat as my hand ground into my sex, my palm pressuring my clit. My legs shook. I opened my eyes to stay upright.

I tried to return to Malik, but Naya appeared in my mind. Her sleek body wrapped in a shiny, dark leather. Her face smirked dangerously. ‘Look at you. Already on the edge. But you don’t cum until I say so.’

My breathing shallowed. I pulled out my fingers to keep from climaxing before my fantasy Naya allowed it, instead rubbing my clit, spreading the wetness all over me. My hips bucked into my hand, willing sweet release.

The dress clung to my ribs, biting at my back like a warning I couldn’t ignore. I clawed at it, trying to move it out of the way, stepping out of my panties and angling wider, my hips bent and legs spread wide, bent over the counter and splayed, desperate to be filled by my imagined lover. Slowly, the unwelcome fabric relented, riding up high enough to allow my carnal need.

My reflection burrowed right through me, an all-consuming fire in my expression, face deadly serious and committed to any end.

Naya appeared again, her face and body in perfect harmony as I imagined her hand grabbing my hair, bringing my ear to her lips. ‘Beg. Beg for my permission.’

“Please! Use me! Both of you…” The words rang off the tile, ricocheting through my skull. My thighs twitched and I fell. My knees hit the tile, hard - pain flaring up my spine. I couldn’t stop the movement, rubbing my lips and folds with malicious intensity.

My knees spread wider, instinctively inviting Malik to take me, to fill me, to break me on this floor. My other arm braced on the cabinet door.

Lacking any pretense, my chest rested on the tile as my hand pulsed over my clit and my back arched, forcing my hips up as an offering, a willing sacrifice.

I could almost feel Malik’s hands on my ass, slapping me, bringing the blood to the surface, pink spots fluttering across both cheeks. I could nearly hear Naya’s voice in my ear, her lips on my neck, her hand pulling my chin.

I spasmed on the floor, grinding my hips as I drove my fingers in my gaping need.

They’re married. Jesus.

I should stop.

But my hips couldn’t listen.

‘You will cum as soon as you feel his cock inside you.’ I imagined Naya’s words falling on my neck, the harsh demand sending tingles down my spine. My body imagined Malik lining up, pressing his erection into my aching need.

My fingers plunged. My hips lifted. My throat caught the scream trying to escape.

‘Once he fucks you…You’ll be ruined for anyone else.’ Naya’s words were almost real on my ears as I could almost feel Malik pressing into me, fully, in one powerful stroke.

“Oh, shiiiiit!” I screamed as my body shook, a radiant heat rippling through my core and outward. I convulsed on the floor, hips bucking off the tile, teeth clenched against the sound threatening to tear loose. My vision spiked and wiped out as my pussy clenched down on my fingers. A violent shudder of near satisfaction, but my dark desire was not subdued.

My hand had done enough to get me off, but my core needed Malik to feel content.

I recovered slowly, still prone, still bent - open and offered. And somehow - emptied, exposed - I still wasn’t done.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Slowly, I pulled myself up, grasping at the countertop to steady my balance. The woman in the mirror looked freshly fucked - hair wild, dress hiked, panties forgotten. A glistening mess smeared across my thighs and slit.

How did this happen? It was just a simple conversation.

A soft buzz rattled from my phone. Looking down I found the unwanted interruption:

Notification: Roundtable: Executive Leadership Trends - 5 minutes

I studied the person in the reflection. The raging inferno in my body had settled a bit. The fire was still there, bubbling under the surface, but no longer threatening to erupt at any minute.

My hands pushed the dress down around my hips, spreading out the wrinkles and shaping it to my form. Grabbing my bag, I refreshed my lip gloss and dabbed toner under my eyelids. A quick settling of my hair left me looking different, but close enough to acceptable to make the roundtable.

Slipping my shoes back on, something in me had cracked open. I wouldn’t leave this island the same. And some part of me - still wet, still aching - didn’t want to.

As I exited the room, I closed the door quietly and made my way down the hall, my panties still abandoned on the bathroom floor - like evidence of something I couldn’t take back.

To Be Continued...

At an island resort paradise, Mia risks professional ruin for the exhilarating freedom of erotic submission

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Part I

Fuck. I needed this break.

The leadership summit wouldn’t officially start until late afternoon, but the plastic badge already dangled from my neck like a claim tag, granting me full access to this paradise on St Kitts. Several days of keynotes, panels, networking and schmoozing were ahead. 

The sun peaked high in the midday sky as warm water danced around my legs. I sat on the stool at the bar in the middle of the large, diamond-shaped pool. My glass was empty already - my first afternoon on the island. Technically a work trip, events were sprinkled throughout each day - convention space, meetings, blah, blah. 

Work had been stressful. I was a top performer, but it was never enough. And the people always seemed to want more, never finding space to give in equal measure. I guess I was a giver by nature, I enjoyed it. But it was hard not to feel taken for granted.

I deserved this time before the meetings for myself. It was ok to let loose. To just be, and enjoy the scenery, right?

“Can I get another?” I nodded to the pretty tanned woman tending the bar. She quickly poured another frozen concoction from their miracle machines - providing endless liquor to the throngs of semi-clothed bathers wading in-and-out of the area.

The liquid courage did little to subdue the anxiety in my core or slow the racing thoughts in my mind. I needed this to go well. Everything I’ve worked and sacrificed for was on the line this week. 

My address had to go perfectly. 

Returning to the conversation with Cathy, our banter felt almost scripted - the gentle formality and comforting normalcy of these events. A quick catch up. Talk of family, friends, work. The hopes for the week. Our back-and-forth had kept us together long enough to require multiple drinks.

Taking a sip, I scanned the pool before returning to the volleyball game I’d been watching earlier. The playful, semi-competitive back-and-forth amongst four friends had caught my attention. All were conventionally attractive in their own way. Each wore their branded lanyard smartly tied around a wrist. Their play exuded a chemistry, suggesting they knew each other prior to arrival. 

“Earth to Mia!” Cathy snapped her fingers, drawing my focus. 

My eyes darted back to the conversation, a warmth rising into my cheeks. 

“Careful! Unless you want those cliquey biz-dev girls turning your daydream into a rumor. You do not want to be the main character this week.”

I acknowledged her and came back to our conversation, trying to stay disciplined without the distraction of the men. 

Our discussion continued as my interest and attention waned. 

It was a relief when she departed, heading to her room to prepare for the roundtable and mixer that evening, leaving my eyes unmoored, allowing them to drift back to the ongoing game.

One of the men moved me in a…more profound way. He looked like he’d been yanked straight from the kind of dream you don’t talk about in decent places. The way the water shimmered off his dark skin, sun reflecting off his rock hard abs, strong shoulders rippling as he moved to spike the ball. His legs flexing as he jumped out of the water, shoulder muscles moving in tandem with his torso as he’d dive to block the ball. 

His face. That jawline, striking with a smooth grin every time they’d score. His high cheekbones highlighted bright, beautiful brown eyes that lit up with excitement at a big play. His tall, lean frame glistened with the mixture of dewy sweat and water splashed up from the previous volley.

The ball goes up. He moves back. His arms tighten as he prepares. His body tenses as he launches forward to block the ball. He crashes into the water. A save! His partner spikes it. They win. He emerges, water cascading off every surface. They high-five. 

A beautiful smile. 

Hot. Hot. Fucking hot. 

”Who are we enjoying?” A voice intrudes out of nowhere, its tone playful but firm.

My eyes flared wide. I should have felt embarrassed, but a deep, subtle ache mixed with my shame.

I glance to my left, locking eyes with the culprit. Unable to respond. Unable to look away.

The woman before me stuns. A sleek, thin, tanned beauty. Long in every way. Dark hair flowed down her shoulders, disappearing behind her back, accenting her emerald green bikini top. 

Her eyes were playful, taunting - inviting me in. She looked like a ballerina dropped out of the sky. Slowly my panic retreated, replaced by something different. Something new. 

My mouth was open, but I couldn't speak. I was frozen. 

The beauty saved me from my silence, pouncing with another playful barb. 

“Keep staring like that and you’ll end up like the last one - wrecked and grinning.”

A stronger pulse flowed through my core, lighting me up in an unfamiliar way - I liked it. A meek voice barely cleared my lips. “I didn’t think anyone would notice.” 

“Oh, that’s why we’re here, baby? Beautiful island? Frozen drinks? Bad decisions?” She winked. “Malik has that effect on women.”

”You know him?” 

The horror of my exposure hit fast. Followed by arousal, fevered and sudden. Embarrassment scorched through me, tangling with a deep hunger. I should have felt ashamed. Instead I was melting.

”He’s my husband.” 

”Oh. I’m sorry. Oh no…I…” My stammering mumbles folding into the anxiety roiling through my veins.

The beauty simply laughed and closed the space between us. 

Shit. This was supposed to be a relaxing getaway.

”Oh honey, no. He’s worth looking at all day and night. It’s all I do. Damn fine sight.” She winked. “Take it in, baby! Can I sit?”

The only word I could utter was, ”Please.”

“Naya.“ She took my hand as she mounted the stool to my left, her body facing mine. “What are we drinking?”

I wasn’t even sure. Just whatever sweet madness came out of the machine. Maybe it was a Mai Tai, but with this leggy sophisticate on display I felt a sudden unease at sounding foolish. 

“I'm Mia. It's just some sugary thing…What do you like?” I deflected, hoping for a miracle. 

The tanned bartender appeared, as if by magic. Without missing a beat Naya ordered for us both. 

“Tasha, honey, will you get my usual for my new friend and me?”

The woman disappeared behind the bar as Naya smiled. 

“You know everyone here?”

”Well, it’s not our first time.” She winked, a smirk formed on her wide lips, showing off brilliantly white teeth lighting up her face. Her hazel eyes seemed impossible against her perfectly tanned skin, a sort of mixed tone that was hard to place, like something from a magazine.  “Sorry for distracting you. Should we bring our focus back to the game?” 

Tasha - apparently - produced the drinks, a vibrant orange fancy concoction. Naya took a sip. 

Not wanting to seem out-of-step, I followed. 

“Delicious. What is this?”

”An Aperol Spritz. My favorite, as you requested.” Naya reached out and squeezed my arm. The display of intimacy felt natural, a jolt of electricity through my skin drowned out my embarrassment. 

We sat and sipped as the boys played, our eyes peeled to the abs and the legs and the faces of the men as they moved about chasing the ball as it bound across the net. A back-and-forth affair that left us both amused and panting. 

During a break in the action, Malik turned, scanning the pool with a determined expression. His body shifted slowly towards us, before finding Naya. He gave her a quick nod. 

Naya’s head gestured to me and Malik’s gaze followed, meeting my eyes. My heart skipped as the beating sped up. He flashed a warm, if mischievous smile, then returned to his game.

My whole body was suddenly alive.

“You’re joining us for dinner.” Naya declared, without seeking approval. Instead, a statement of fact, as immutable as time and space. Her hand grasped mine as she finished.

“I couldn’t. Tomorrow I have the conference and…”

”That’s tomorrow. Tonight, you’re ours!” Hazel eyes burrowed right into mine as she spoke. “We’ll be at The Great House at 8:30. You’ll have a spot at our table. The women always wear dresses. We’ll go dancing after…If you can handle it.”

My heart jumped at her assuredness, her expectation. Her hand firmly held mine as her eyes pierced into me, the warmth deep within me flowing too freely to ignore. 

The work, the meetings, the professional expectations felt a million miles away.

The cool water of the barside pool was the only thing keeping my temperature from rising further. My will evaporated. 

I should have declined. I should have stuck to my schedule. I didn’t know her - or him. But an invisible force drew the words from my mouth. 

”I’ll be there.”  

My hand squeezed Naya’s as the reply sprung forth with more confidence than I expected.

Naya’s other hand covered ours, holding tight then releasing me. Her lips curved up, flashing a smile.

“You’re going to be so much fun for us both.” She taunted as she rose. “I’m so excited.” 

Us both?

Typically, I would have been thrown by such a forward comment. I’d have resisted the command to break my plans and do what some stranger wanted. I mean, I’m in charge of me! 

Right?

This was not how I expected to spend my first night. I had blocked out time in my calendar today and Thursday to prepare for my presentation at the end of the work week - a mere two days away. It was unlike me to deviate from my plan, to be spontaneous, to mingle so quickly with others. 

But Naya‘s tone, her confident energy was different. Whatever she said seemed right. It was as if my body wasn’t on my plan, I was outside myself. I was watching from afar as her gravity tugged me out of my orbit and into hers.

It felt good to tell her yes. Her pleasure at my acquiescence filled my brain with a low hum of pleasure. Everything tingled. My mind was foggy. My arm had goosebumps remembering her touch. 

My thoughts filled with the memory of her smile. Her eyes. Her hair. Her legs and body. 

The ways she spoke. 

And Malik. My god, Malik.

The bar hummed as the notification on my phone went off. Reluctantly, I tore my eyes from Malik’s form as he splashed and bound about, willing my attention to the buzzing device.

Notification: Welcome Panel, 4:30 PM

I sighed. It was a typically required activity. Would it really hurt to miss one? 

New Message: Big day on Friday! Be sharp!

Ted always sent his junior partners encouraging messages. A subtle dread bubbled in my stomach. I needed this keynote to make partner. It seemed like a formality, but Ted wanted it to go well before he signed off. 

The heat trapped in me still burned. It needed an outlet.

I swiped away both notifications and drained the last of my new favorite drink. I headed back to change for the panel with no idea what to wear to dinner later, but I knew who I’d be wearing it for.

The panel might keep me occupied, but it wouldn’t quench my burning desire.